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The private jet’s cabin hummed, a stark contrast to the chaotic energy at the card table. Laughter echoed as Oscar and Carlos, already stripped to socks, tossed cards with casual ease. But the focal point was Lando. Seated beside you, he was a picture of misery in nothing but boxers and socks, his shirt and shorts long discarded. His bare shoulders slumped, cheeks flushed pink with frustration and embarrassment as he glared at his dwindling chips. “Another hand, mate?” Carlos teased, grinning infuriatingly. “Don’t test me,” Lando snapped, shooting them both a look. you stifled a giggle, shuffling the deck. “Babe, you’ve met your match. Literally everyone.” Lando turned, eyes narrowing. “You’re supposed to be on my side.” “Oh, I am. That’s why I’m still dresse…